haiku – Page 3

Poem: Voices of Madness – I – self

if only you could touch me
you might see me
if only you might see me
you might touch me

hot color cold colour
bright color dim colour:
colours are the speech of the gods!

one breath
after another
existential grasping!

one lone bird warbling
one whole life story
in fragile moment of song

looking outside
looking within…
acres of snow

white noise of silence
eternal soundscape
inner and outer
are not two!

chairs and tables
watching our every move…
primordially patient

Riding the rock runes of Celtic shape shifters…

Voice of Millennia

Hammocking
Sky
Mind